"... a powered hard suit?", read out loud, "What does that even mean?". Meanwhile the changes started on Dean. Slowly he started to grow, filling out his clothes, as they ripped his skin showed. On is chest it lost it's natural colour turning into plates of shingled metal. "What's happening to me", Dean asked as he watched the process continue with his arms and legs, encasing them in a blueish grey coat of metal. He looked at his hands which have turned completely black like gloves, he could still move his wingers. His feet however, having burst through his shoes have turned into a pair of boots covered in metal plating, connected by some sort of black rubber goo seemingly holding together all the individual components. Then the changes spread to his head. His vision became blurry as his face flattened, at the same time his hair turned into a metal helmet. For a moment he lost conciousness as the changes completed. "I feel hollow", he stated his face having turned into a visor completing his helmet head. On his back a pair of mechanical draconic wings sprouted with a powerful jet engine between them. As the final touch, small control surfaces for flight sprouted on his legs and arms.
Jeff just stood there, stunned by what he saw. "Wow", he managed to say before regaining his senses, "Is that really you inside, Dean?". Dean answered, "Yeah, I think so", stretching his new mechanical limbs, "but I don't think I'm supposed to be this way, I feel oddly empty". He touched his visor an pushed it up, revealing a gaping hole. Not believing his eyes Jeff tried to get closer, but since Dean was much bigger than him, he couldn't quite look up to his face. Instinctively Dean picked up his friend to help him look into his hole, "I think I'm meant to be worn", he said, "and I think I'm stronger now, too." Jeff reached into the hole, it really was empty inside of Dean, "Well that would explain the 'suit' and the 'powered' part", he knocked against the newly formed metal parts, "And I guess that's the 'hard' part of it.".
Jeff got slid down again, his pants having noticeably bulged, hesitating before he finally asked, "Dean.... m... may I wear you?"